Time is flying , and I have been able to measure it thanks to the fruitfull encounters born from
Call Out.

I take advantage of my birthday to share with you some fragments of this Call In hatching exhibition.

Nest of a nest.

What is this fragile and subtile place where we shelter to give birth and nurse.

Coming out from the cocoon I created for myself in the Chimney, New York adventure, 
before finding its limits, I have been shoot out in a new dimension of my path, within my tale itself.

Assaf seated on a chair facing the wall, on a corner, he started to play a very quiet and somehow sad chord.

I did not abandon you, I stepped aside.

Those creations that were born within me will come to you starting Friday to celebrate our spring.

Stories, as well as life, are made of little trajectories that accumulate, intersect and  grow apart, superimposing and nourishing one another.

Over the blank page bearing the waves of my indecisiveness, my stylet remaine hanging a longtime .

Je suis ravie de vous annoncer le groupe-vidéo-show auquel je participe dans le cadre de la Biennale d’Architecture de Venise.

I promised you a silent summary, here it is.